The key, simply, is not to misplace your key

Have you ever misplaced your car keys? I do it on a daily basis. I like to think I have a good plan. I usually just throw them back in my pocketbook after I lock the car door and open the house door, as both keys are on the same chain.

However practical that sounds, there is always a reason why they don’t end up in my pocketbook. Either I’m balancing six bags of groceries or ten items unbagged from Costco (even though it would be quicker and easier to make two trips from car to house, I insist on trying to take everything at once and pray that the one items that always hits the brick walkway not be the eggs), and I barely make it into the house. So I leave the keys somewhere in the hall, or I shove them into the pocket of my jacket (which works out well unless I decide to wear another jacket the next day and forget which jacket I wore the day before).

My husband Jerry always tells me to put it in the same spot in the cabinet above the desk in he kitchen. I answer “it’s no problem if I leave it in my pocketbook” — but I’m beginning to think it is. 

As often as I lose them I retrace my steps and find them. Take three weeks ago. Jerry asked where his key was; I told him I had no idea. Then I searched the entire house and remembered. I had put on the coat from Costco to test if indeed it was warm enough to wear in cold weather. While I had it on I grabbed Jerry’s car key and went out to retrieve something I left in his trunk — and tested the warmth of the jacket at the same time. Nah, I was not warm and it was only 48 degrees. I took the coat off and decided to return it the next day.